I knew my ankle would hurt, as it always do when carying Lilou for an extended period of time (> 30 min).
It doesn't hurt on the moment, but on the next day, in the early morning.
It has a virtue though.
People say accidents don't happen by accident.
If it happened, it was meant to happen.
I wondered for a long time what was the meaning of my trail accident, and what could it teach me.
I now have that lesson that comes to mind every time that pain comes to my ankle: trust yourself more than others.
The accident wasn't painful on the moment, and wasn't even painful afterwards.
That's why I got surprised when the doctor said I will have a surgery with a screw and bolts inside my leg.
I also told myself: whatever they say, it will never happen. They can't force me to do that, or can they?
I knew I didn't need it, and that I would be fine without their barbaric surgery.
But at the same time I was in doubts. They were the authority, the Science, the "everyone do that, why don't you follow us?"
Minute by minute, I closed the door to my inner voice who initially said a firm "No", and let my body to the "everyone else"'s fate.
What happened to my body, is also what was happening for a long time with my mind. I realize that if I'm not in control, the environment and others will decide for my fate.
Maybe that accident was meant to happen as a warning for a greater threat, that is not to think for myself for my own life.